He smokes his cigar. He puts his on the cane. I cringe.He smokes a cigar.He canes my balls. I scream. Again and another 3 times. I'm screaming and baw...ing. He stands up and takes his pants off and sits back down.He canes my balls. I scream. He starts getting hard.He canes my balls twice. I scream. He gets harder.He canes my balls twice more. I scream like hell. He gets rock hard.He canes my balls twice more. I scream like hell again. He plays with himself and watches some porn. He smokes his. Had we wanted to, we could have kept going. Even today, we could still be hooking up once a week and having an amazing affair but it got to the point where neither of us really wanted to continue it. I think Judy confessed to my wife to make herself feel better. Almost as if confessing would ease the burden. It didn't. Not for her at least.I remain shocked that my wife was cool with it. The truth is that she was very okay with her mother and I hooking up as long as A) she never caught us and B). It sounded like a friendly offer, so I told him I would meet him after I got some sleep."You can sleep when you're dead.", he said, "You look like you could make a short ride and we have a place there, just made for R & R."He sounded sincere, and friendly, so I accepted. We paid up and left.Outside, he told Nikki to ride with me. If we were separated, she could show me the way. She was just as happy to ride behind a total stranger as anyone. She was another open minded girl. But, what the hell,. When the song ended the band headed for the bar to take a short break. My partner took advantage of the quiet to introduce himself to me. His name was John. I thought that was kind of prosaic for a man I was meeting in a tropical paradise. When I mentioned it he laughed and said that it was a common name on the island.His name may have been ordinary, but I loved his lyrical Jamaican accent. I guess that made up for him not having a more exotic name.We stood on the empty dance floor and talked.